Page 111 of Pure Abandon

We met on a day just like this. Grey skies and wind. Another drop falls and I look up. Another falls and then another. Yes, we met on a day just like today. That was when my life changed forever. On the other side of the street is a man who wants me. And I want him.

If I could take it all back, would I?

I’m standing on a corner in the rain. How did I get here? How did I come to this point in the road?

The rain starts to pour, the drops heavier. I don’t have an umbrella. I didn’t have an umbrella that day.

The corner is wet, my clothes are soaked, but I can’t move. I’m here to see him.

Asher gave me an umbrella. “So you never get caught in the rain again.” Yet, here I am. In the rain. Again.

Him.

Asher.

There he is, walking out the front door of the hotel. Right where he’s supposed to be.

He said he’d be here, and he is.

Through the parting umbrellas, I can see his face. Those golden eyes and chiseled chin striking against his broad shoulders and strong thighs.

That could all be mine.

He’s carrying an umbrella, shielding him from the rain.

The white pearl handle covered by his strong hands.

So in control. So dry.

He will take care of me.

He’s wearing grey. That’s the color. The color that defines my life.

He said it himself.

Nothing is black and white.

Just grey.

Gray.

I want to run, dash across the street and grab him. Hold him in my arms, feel his tongue in my mouth.

I want to caress him, feel his hand under my skirt. But my legs are lead. I cannot move.

He’s waiting for me. This is my moment.

But do I turn to him or run away?

Far away.

What do I do?

What would you do?

Who would you chose?

Warm rays hit the deck of the boat as I raise my head to bask in the glorious day. Resting my head on the cushion, I lean back and let the heat hit my face. You can only get this sunshine in the South.